One child points to his uncle's car which has been tossed into the limbs of a tree by an Israeli bulldozer that's just leveled his home. The children seduce us with their wide-eyed appeal, their ability to absorb the most horrible blows as their homes are destroyed. There are the girls, praying for the destruction of Israel, eager to emulate their male counterparts. We meet the children, feckless, disingenuous children learning to kill, feeling the heft of a gun, basking in the praise of the masked warriors. Hidden by masks they seduce the children, so needy for heroes and mentors, with speeches of death and destruction. We meet, get up close and personal, with the battle hardened "martyrs" of the Hamas jihad. Miller begins the film acquainting us with the geography of Palestine, the West Bank, the Gaza Strip. His murder is a stunning coda to a filmed account of how war corrupts the innocence of children. James Miller goes to the Palestine territory to film the children of the Intifada and is killed by Israeli firepower.
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